Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2011 8:01:55 GMT -5
How did this happen? Why did this happen? I was technically blind as I stood upon this sad hill. I could taste the diseased riddled water from here, but my mouth was so dry. I had to quench it with something. I slowly made my way down the slope. To anyone who could see me, I was the color of blood with death dipped legs and a black paint covering my muzzle. My perfectly shaped ears would have points of black on them. My mane and tail solid black and full of darkness, but with bloody highlights all in my mane and tail. I tossed my forelock as I scanned the land. The most startling thing about my eyes was there is no pupil. All there would see is a silvery sheen over my eyes, but what could I see? I could see everything. Their life force, their heat. I could see them in different shades of color. As in shades raging from a deep blue-black to a vibrant white-red. I could see every single color in between the two. Except real life colors. The other this I could see is forces. They pulse at me in a strange way.
I can’t remember how long I have been cursed now. Time affects your memory badly. I shook my head and looked down at the blackish-blue water. I could see the rotting bodies bobbing in the water. I was sure I would be sick but still I stepped forward. The ground showed me a lighter blue which was known as a rock of sorts. The darker blue just grass or something else. I wasn’t sure. But as I neared the water I was overcome with the stench of rotting flesh. I wanted to gag and now I could see the bodies closer. I searched for a clear place to drink, free of bodies. But that was harder than you would think. Maybe for a horse with normal vision. But with my heat and force seeking only when the water moves and the body bobbed would I know. The disgust that flipped in my belly was unbearable but I lowered my lips to the surface and began to drink. Being a cursed horse was no fun. Here the water made any feel sick to their stomachs, and being horses, we couldn’t just throw it up either. We had to deal with it.
I recoiled as something bumped my nose and noticed its form was a foal. I was overwhelmed with sadness. My stomach did flips as I wanted to get rid of the water. I stumbled away, hot pricking in the back of my eyes. Then I felt the thick oozing of tears coming from my tear ducts. I know what most would think. Thick oozing red stuff coming from this mare’s eyes? What a freak! True I didn’t cry tears that were clear and watery. No I cried blood. I felt the trickling as it slid down my cheeks. I couldn’t stop it. That little foal had reminded me of so much. Of what I had lost. I lost family, who’s carcasses were somewhere out there. I didn’t know where though. I didn’t care. I had managed to live. It had been nearly 200 years since the curse had been placed on us. I was stuck here. I shook my mane fast, the blood beading and falling off my face. I took a deep breath, knowing my eyes were probably stained red on the whites. They normally were. I was so hungry, but I couldn’t tell where the grass was now.
I walked slowly my hooves brushing past weeds and stuff. I wasn’t the bit hungry for weeds. I lowered my muzzle and took in some scent. I finally caught something other than the decaying of plants. I munched on some, but the taste was horrible anyways. So I lifted my nose from the ground and walked around ideally. I couldn’t believe how bored I actually was and how much it was killing me. I gave a sigh and stopped looking back at the lake. I would rather go thirsty than drink that again. So what was I to do know? I only sensed me around and no one else. My eyes would pick up an occasional flutter of red, but it was so small I didn’t care much about that. I gave a small groaned and found a soft area to lie down in. I dropped to my knees and then rolled over and gave a heavy yawn. I was tired. Hungry. And I little thirst. But the thought of going back that blackish-blue mass made me sicker than anyone could ever imagine. I sort of wished that someone would come along. Mean or nice. I was so lonely lately.
Traveling the lands alone was no fun. I mean, I didn’t talk much in groups, but I was a good listener. I liked listening to them. Well not really, but maybe solitary life was the best kind for me. It was the only thing that was keeping me from others. I had been young when I was cursed. Surely that was a reason. I hated the gods and goddesses. I was stuck her in a forgotten and forsaken land. She sighed and lowered her head but that disturbing smell of the putrefied flesh and rotting meat was too much for me. I slowly lifted my head and then got my front legs under me and lifted myself onto all four. I slowly turned and began to walk away. Just far enough to where the stench wouldn’t bother me so much. I hated this so much. This life. This everything. I hated it all. I gave an agitated sound and finally found a place to lie down, but now I didn’t actually lie down. Instead I simply looked around for any heat signature, but to any I looked like I was most likely confused and blind. I watched everything so closely.
Words: 1,000
Muse: Great!
Notes: Um, none so far…
I can’t remember how long I have been cursed now. Time affects your memory badly. I shook my head and looked down at the blackish-blue water. I could see the rotting bodies bobbing in the water. I was sure I would be sick but still I stepped forward. The ground showed me a lighter blue which was known as a rock of sorts. The darker blue just grass or something else. I wasn’t sure. But as I neared the water I was overcome with the stench of rotting flesh. I wanted to gag and now I could see the bodies closer. I searched for a clear place to drink, free of bodies. But that was harder than you would think. Maybe for a horse with normal vision. But with my heat and force seeking only when the water moves and the body bobbed would I know. The disgust that flipped in my belly was unbearable but I lowered my lips to the surface and began to drink. Being a cursed horse was no fun. Here the water made any feel sick to their stomachs, and being horses, we couldn’t just throw it up either. We had to deal with it.
I recoiled as something bumped my nose and noticed its form was a foal. I was overwhelmed with sadness. My stomach did flips as I wanted to get rid of the water. I stumbled away, hot pricking in the back of my eyes. Then I felt the thick oozing of tears coming from my tear ducts. I know what most would think. Thick oozing red stuff coming from this mare’s eyes? What a freak! True I didn’t cry tears that were clear and watery. No I cried blood. I felt the trickling as it slid down my cheeks. I couldn’t stop it. That little foal had reminded me of so much. Of what I had lost. I lost family, who’s carcasses were somewhere out there. I didn’t know where though. I didn’t care. I had managed to live. It had been nearly 200 years since the curse had been placed on us. I was stuck here. I shook my mane fast, the blood beading and falling off my face. I took a deep breath, knowing my eyes were probably stained red on the whites. They normally were. I was so hungry, but I couldn’t tell where the grass was now.
I walked slowly my hooves brushing past weeds and stuff. I wasn’t the bit hungry for weeds. I lowered my muzzle and took in some scent. I finally caught something other than the decaying of plants. I munched on some, but the taste was horrible anyways. So I lifted my nose from the ground and walked around ideally. I couldn’t believe how bored I actually was and how much it was killing me. I gave a sigh and stopped looking back at the lake. I would rather go thirsty than drink that again. So what was I to do know? I only sensed me around and no one else. My eyes would pick up an occasional flutter of red, but it was so small I didn’t care much about that. I gave a small groaned and found a soft area to lie down in. I dropped to my knees and then rolled over and gave a heavy yawn. I was tired. Hungry. And I little thirst. But the thought of going back that blackish-blue mass made me sicker than anyone could ever imagine. I sort of wished that someone would come along. Mean or nice. I was so lonely lately.
Traveling the lands alone was no fun. I mean, I didn’t talk much in groups, but I was a good listener. I liked listening to them. Well not really, but maybe solitary life was the best kind for me. It was the only thing that was keeping me from others. I had been young when I was cursed. Surely that was a reason. I hated the gods and goddesses. I was stuck her in a forgotten and forsaken land. She sighed and lowered her head but that disturbing smell of the putrefied flesh and rotting meat was too much for me. I slowly lifted my head and then got my front legs under me and lifted myself onto all four. I slowly turned and began to walk away. Just far enough to where the stench wouldn’t bother me so much. I hated this so much. This life. This everything. I hated it all. I gave an agitated sound and finally found a place to lie down, but now I didn’t actually lie down. Instead I simply looked around for any heat signature, but to any I looked like I was most likely confused and blind. I watched everything so closely.
Words: 1,000
Muse: Great!
Notes: Um, none so far…
